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He knew what they were for, but his conscious, logical mind gave way to a part of his brain that was mostly desire with an undercurrent of emotion.

He threw open his door and moved around behind the vehicle. It was dark.

Dark enough and late enough that his quiet neighborhood was asleep and silent.

What was loud enough to drown out any concerns he might have was need.

Need for her.

Need to prove to them both that they were alive.

It wasn’t about love, it was about feeling.

The driver’s door was already closed, and he took advantage of it.

He crowded her against the side of the SUV, his mouth dropping down over the spot where her neck met her shoulder.

He heard the soft smack of her palms as she braced them against the side of the vehicle.

She didn’t say a word as he pressed his body against her back as his mouth closed over the side of her neck.

The instant he pressed his teeth into her skin, he felt her jump.

“Heath?”

He put his hands on her, sliding under her T-shirt and up to cup her breasts.

She groaned and arched against him, the rounded cushions of her cheeks parting against the hard line of his cock.

Fuck…

He needed her.

Needed to feel her body against him.

Around him.

His fingers plucked at her nipples, finding the half-dried sports bra a frustrating barrier.

Mari leaned forward, putting her cheek against the window of the SUV and arching her back and widening her stance to get more contact with his body.

“Heath?”

Her voice was different this time.

Less confusion.

More heat.

“Yeah?” He hooked his fingers in the neckline of her sports bra and pulled it down. He felt her nipples graze his fingers and closed his eyes to imagine what it looked like.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a flicker of a reflection in the side mirror of the car.

“Shouldn’t we,” she swallowed and he saw the movement in her throat, “go inside.”

He knew what she was asking, but how could he explain what he was thinking?

What he was feeling?